The bright moonlight shrouded the earth, and it was a quiet night, with only the sound of the gurgling stream not far away and the crackle of the bonfire.
Allen had already fallen asleep, but Ryan, who was in the same tent with him, kept tossing and turning and couldn't sleep. He didn't want to do this again, otherwise it would affect Allen's rest, so he put on his magic He put on his teacher's robe and slowly walked out of the tent.
Although it was already spring, the severe cold of winter had not faded away. As soon as Ryan came out of the tent, he suddenly felt a chill. He tucked his clothes and looked up, only to see Daphne sitting by the campfire keeping vigil.
Daphne also heard the sound of Ryan opening the tent, turned around and looked, and when she saw it was the magician, she immediately turned her head back and continued to play with the dagger in her hand, pretending not to see Ryan.
Ryan shrugged. We all walked together for three days, and Buri and the others took turns carrying the luggage and equipment. They were also responsible for hunting for food, keeping vigil and other matters during their daily rest. Ryan once offered to share the burden, but Berry rejected it with a smile, while Daphne muttered behind her: "Is it just your thin body?"
But except for this, Daphne never said anything to Ryan. Compared with Daphne's unfriendly behavior when the two first met, it was indeed very good. Since Daphne wasn't provocative, and Barry didn't need to do anything on his own, Ryan was happy and at peace, and took out the book on the making of magic circles that Victor gave him during his break every day to read. Ryan has wanted to study it carefully a long time ago, but unfortunately he never had time during competitive competitions. Now that he has rare free time, he just wants to study it.
Seeing that Daphne was ignoring him as always, Ryan didn't take it to heart. He walked to the opposite side of Daphne in a few steps and sat down across the bonfire. Ryan took out the book that Victor gave him and slowly opened it. Then by the light of the fire, he turned to the place where he saw it last time and continued reading.
Prior to this, Ryan had read the entire book given to him by Vladimir, the president of the Magic Guild of Alpha City. He also tried to make some magic circles, but they were all very crude and basically It has no effect. Later, after getting some advice from Victor, Ryan realized that the production of this magic circle turned out to be quite mysterious: originally, those works designed and completed by Ryan usually hoped to achieve a very good effect. Since Ryan's own production level was not good enough, Therefore, the magic produced is either not used, or the magic circle symbols are out of shape and cannot achieve the expected effect, affecting its use.
Victor told Ryan that he hoped he would give up those goals that were too difficult and start with the magic he was best at, such as making a "magic missile" scroll. Magic missiles are a magic that Ryan is very good at. It will be very simple to make this magic that he is very familiar with into a scroll, and it will also be convenient for Ryan to accumulate experience.
Ryan watched for a while by the campfire about the production of magic scrolls. He had read this content several times and thought about the entire production process many times in his mind, but he never dared to try it. But tonight Ryan decided to give it a try. On the one hand, the experience of making magic circles always stays in books. Without actual operations, one cannot really improve his abilities. Besides, Victor gave him a lot of raw materials anyway, even if It doesn’t matter if you waste a little.
As soon as he thought of it, Ryan quickly took out the materials Victor gave him from his storage pocket and placed them around him one by one. Then Ryan took out a flat board and A blank scroll was placed on the wooden board.
After doing this, Ryan opened the book that Victor gave him, and slowly compared the descriptions in the book, learning the names and general uses of the materials one by one. Soon, Ryan found that he had no need for these materials. Things, because to make a simple magic scroll, you only need to use special ink, and there is no need for things like mithril powder, adamantine powder, magic essence, etc.
Ryan pocketed the unused ones one by one, leaving only something called night ink, which is a carefully prepared black magic ink specially used to write magic scrolls. Ryan took out a quill that was said to be made from the tail feathers of the Pheasant-tailed Mountain Eagle, dipped a little ink in it, and began to write slowly on the blank scroll.
At first, Ryan was very nervous. He wrote carefully, fearing that he would draw the wrong magic symbols. But as he drew, Ryan gradually forgot about other things and devoted himself wholeheartedly to making the scroll.
I don't know how long it took, but Ryan finally completed the scroll. He put down the quill and exhaled a long breath, feeling very happy in his heart. Ryan took a closer look at his work by the firelight. Although the scroll was not well painted in many places, it was indeed a complete magic scroll. As long as it was torn open, the magic array stored on the scroll could be triggered. Release a magic missile.
Ryan once heard Victor say that making a magic scroll is almost equivalent to consuming twice the magic power to release the magic normally, and the power of the made scroll is only about half of the normal release, and at most it reaches the normal level. 70%, but after the scroll is made, even people who cannot use magic can release it, because the magic power required to release magic is stored in the scroll. A well-prepared magician who goes all out can explode into a strength that exceeds his own level. The fundamental reason is these magic scrolls prepared in advance.
Ryan did not feel the decline in his magic power. After all, he could release hundreds of magic missiles at a time, and the amount of magic consumed now was simply insignificant. So Ryan took out another blank scroll and started again.
After a long time, Ryan put down his pheasant tail quill, raised his arms and stretched, then stood up and moved around. After all, he had been sitting for a long time. Although he was a little tired, Ryan's heart was really happy. This was a kind of joy of harvest. Just now, he made five magic scrolls in succession, and the magic circles on them were more and more beautiful. Meticulous and able to see your own progress.
Ryan looked up at the night sky and said silently in his heart: "Fani, you see I can complete the production of the magic scroll independently." At this moment, Ryan suddenly missed the scene of watching the night sky with Faras, "If Faras were on my own It would be great to be by my side." Ryan thought with regret.